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The nine-story pagoda that had been condensed when the chaos first opened is now suspended in the turbulent space-time rift. The tower body is filled with a simple and dark yellow halo, and wind chimes that can anchor the void hang from each eaves corner. The bell body is engraved with ancient runes that no one can recognize. One hundred thousand years ago, it fought for nine days with the Supreme who suppressed a dark era. The souls of the gods and demons suppressed at the bottom of the tower are still whispering to this day. When the disaster at the end of the era swept across, the pagoda tore apart the dimensional barrier, carrying the remaining ray of supreme will, drifting in the endless turbulence of time and space. No matter how many dead universes it has crossed, how many broken interfaces it has passed through, the light of the tower has been dimmed like a candle. Only the deepest core of the tower still hides a trace of immortal fire. Today, it finally broke through the last layer of boundary membrane and fell towards a blue planet where spiritual energy was revived.